Boss Come Here Please!
#Frea Claims
Asta blinked his eyes, turning to the large glass covered by thin black curtains but he could still see the outside atmosphere. The sun had gone down to the west to drown itself. Then the 21-year-old woman turned her head towards the big clock on the television. Time has shown at four in the afternoon. He moved and took the phone he accidentally put on the table, earlier.
With a hasty step the beautiful woman came out of the room. "Honey. I have to go home, Zico must have been waiting. He doesn't know the way home yet." Asta said with a single breath in panic.
Arga looked at Asta closely. Then a small smile. "What's so funny?" ask Asta a little bit.
Arga moved from where he sat to his wife, grabbed Asta's bag and reached into the contents inside. He took a small comb and tied his hair from inside. Turn the pregnant woman's body forward.
Arga combed his wife's hair gently. "Your hair is ruffled. Don't be hasty, we're going home together." Arga tied Asta's hair gently and neatly. After he finished he turned Asta's body back to face him.
Asta tried to glance at his own lamb then his hand held his head to ascertain if it was really neat.
"Well, you're talented to also work in a salon," Asta chuckled with a knotty smile.
"If I'm with you, I can be anything. Doctors, salon workers, gardeners, chefs and so on. That's all I do for you." Arga pulled out his zombie style.
"Uh, so sweet honey." Asta was completely lulled by the seduction of the husband, then hugged him gently.
The cosmetic ceo, grabbed his wife's hand and walked along. "Aren't you ashamed to walk out holding my hand?" ask Asta.
"Why should I be ashamed, holding the hand of my beautiful wife. After all, you are the grace of God that I should keep, we are united by Him. Of course I won't let go of this grip until death do away." Arga started to crunch again.
"I'm nauseous to hear the words that come from your sweet mouth," Asta's lead broke all Arga's fist.
"It's a kid, being pulled over and talking like that. Just break my spirit!" Arga squeezed his wife's nose in anxiety.
"Ih, sick!" Asta hit the husband's arm.
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Zico leaves campus, waiting for Asta who promised to pick him up today.
From a distance Frea was scouting him as if a tiger was about to pounce on his prey, he was sitting on a park chair not far where Zico was standing.
Zico bergeming didn't care about it, though,
even to look at him he was reluctant.
Frea took off her high heels, then limped over to Zico. "Who are you waiting for? Umun transport never goes through here, you have to walk all the way there!" frea started the conversation.
"It's none of your business!" answer Zico ketus.
"Don't be fierce! Watch out later you like me!"
"I'll never like even a glance at you I'm reluctant!"
"Awas recorded angel! I can see
on your forehead, there's a sentence there,"
"What sentence?!"
"Falm, if you are my soul mate!" Frea chuckled at her own words.
Zico was silent not answering Frea's sentence, because he thought Frea was an insane girl who tried to deceive him.
The black sedan was standing in front of them, the windshield was open, Frea slightly lowered her head to confirm who was in the car, while Zico directly got into the car in the back seat.
"Hi, Mr. Arga. You know Zico?" ask Frea friendly.
Apparently Frea knew Arga because Frea's father was a doctor plus Arga's father's business partner.
"Yes, Frea. Zico is the younger brother of Asta, my wife." Arga was no less friendly.
"Oh, I see," answered Frea his face changed expression as if he was finding a treasure inside.
"You why Frea? Where are your shoes?" ask Asta, curious.
"My legs were sprained by Zico and my father's driver seemed to have forgotten to pick me up today, so I waited for a taxi from here" Frea said without sin.
"You're the new kid, huh?!" asta's Omelette.
"I didn't make her fall, who told her to push my body!" answer Zico ketus.
Asta got out of the car, then led Frea into the car in the back seat. "Let's take you home" Asta said, feeling guilty.
"I told you we'd be a match" whispered Frea, smiling gracefully.
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Soon, they arrived in front of a large house in a modern architectural style with paint dominated by ash, red and white.
"Well, Frea. We've reached your house. You can get down here" said Arga, stopping his car.
"Zico, help Frea down!" asta's orders.
Zico put on his sour face, a sign that he was caught off guard by Frea's behavior since morning. He whispered a sentence to Frea. "You knew? you are the most annoying girl in my life!"
"You know, I'll make sure. You're gonna fall into my arms!" reply Frea.
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The night was beautiful, the moon was perfectly round, as if he wanted to set all his charms for all the creatures on earth, if he was one of the most beautiful creations of God.
While the breeze blew added to the romance that Arga deliberately created for his wife. The two of them sat on a wooden swing while waiting for dinner to arrive.
By stroking his wife Arga's stomach said, "Darling, be fine there! Don't kick your mother's belly hard, yeah. Your mother will be sick!" said Arga whispering a soft voice into the wife's stomach.
"If our son were a woman, who would you name him?" asta asked by stroking her husband's hair.
"Hmmm ... Who is it? I want Selena's name, if we're boys I'll name her Alan" Arga said.
"What does the name Selena mean?"
"Selena in the language
characteristics mean attractiveness and attention."
"If Alan?"
"Alan in Characteristic language means independent, critical of self and others."
"Why do you like that name?"
"Some, just like it. Then what are you?"
Asta was silent and thought a little.
"I prefer the language of the shrewd. If the male Birendra means leader of the knights, if Lavanya's woman who means the grace of the creator," replied Asta.
"Why do you prefer a sanskrit name, whereas today's mothers prefer a modern name for their baby?"
"Since I was a kid I was very interested in names like that, for some reason. So every toy I have I always give it a name like Prabu, Abhimanyu, Mahanta, Kalya and so on."
Arga hugged his wife's body. "it's fine if our son we name him Birendra if our woman names him Lavanya, as you wish, dear."
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